Gloating Over Me

A beautiful Gynarchy mistress, quite rightly, gloats over me as I must kiss her feet on the street

The pretty customer-mistress is clearly already in a gloating mood as she approaches my humble head

Sure enough, she stops to gloat over me, asking me how I think I will like it, having to kiss her feet?

Do I like her SHOES and SOCKS...

...and am I actually looking forward to getting my face even closer to them?

I humbly reply (to her SOCKS) that I am indeed relishing the prospect of being even closer to her SOCKS, madam...

...if your SOCKS will forgive me, madam, begging their female pardons, miss?

She giggles as she positions her RIGHT FOOT onto the footblock in front of my face...

...and continues to sniggeringly look down upon me as I embrace her extended SHOE-TOE with my lowly lips!

She then switches FEET, to kindly give me a taste of her LEFT SHOE-TOE

And, of course, a close-up and personal view of her LEFT SOCK...

...close enough to be able to make out the individual STITCHES in her SOCK...

...and the tiny CREASES!

I feel simultaneously BLESSED and HUMILIATED to be having to kiss-respect this bright young woman's SHOES!

No wonder she's laughing at me and mocking me!

She steps back to express her utter young-womanly contempt for me, saying I'm nothing more than an 'impotent, feetkissing slave'

I apologise to the pretty customer-mistress, and to her SHOES and SOCKS, for offending them with my lowliness

She just continues to laugh at me from on high...

...as I continue to humbly apologise to her SOCKS!
 

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